Un après-midi, au jardin. . .
Just one small red Japanese maple and some late afternoon sunlight. And warmth and birdsong (which you, sadly, can’t hear in these photos even if I can remember it clearly) and the honeyed fragrance of…
View PostJust one small red Japanese maple and some late afternoon sunlight. And warmth and birdsong (which you, sadly, can’t hear in these photos even if I can remember it clearly) and the honeyed fragrance of…
View PostSaturday morning, I woke at 5. Again. Annoying, but at least it gave me an hour’s running time before our 8:30 ferry to Vancouver. A good thing because I was carrying some anxiety over an…
View Post1. This morrel morel mushroom surprised me last Thursday, popping up just outside our garden gate. I did a bit of research to confirm that it was safely edible, and then picked it, popped it…
View PostI’ll be in one of those long meetings most of the day, the kind I hate calling a “retreat,” because if I were really retreating, I’d be in my garden. But let’s pretend, ‘kay? I’m…
View PostI’m so moved by all the kind words so many of you have left, congratulating me on reaching my goal of running a marathon — thank you so much! As you know, I generally try…
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